Their excitement increases when I cartwheel into the basement and quickly snap my hips into a salsa motion as the hypnotic beat floods the room:

'How low can you go?

How low can you go?

How low can you go?'

'Damn!' they said in awe as their eyes stare at the white choker around my neck, a black fish net shirt showing off my shaved muscled square pecs, a yellow G-string holding my massive 9inch cock, and blue heeled boots that accentuates the roundness and thickness of my tight ass.

I intentionally chose these colors to show off my exotic St. Lucian looks.

To make them want me more, before the show, I moistened my body with raw shea butter so that the light reflects on each inch of my body.

As the two sweat with ecstasy sucking on my 9inch cock, the announcer stands behind me and kisses my neck.

I melt feeling his smooth fat cheeks rub against my neck.

'Mad 'cause I can't get wit you, 'Chick, just show me how to dance' {OHH!!!}

I may not wanna get low, so I'm posted up kinda like a playa do

But if you come to the crib, then I'll might show you girls a thang or two

Yeah, I think you a superstar, wit a ass like that you GOTTA blow

The announcer kneels behind me while the young guy massages his large black cock.

I feel like a God as the old lovers suck my honey dick awaiting my holy water, the old man kisses my curved booty, and the young guy pays homage to me by abusing his cock.

I want to fuck every one of these guys.

The two lovers feed their mouths with my 9inch cock anticipating my creamy nut. I feel intense pleasure as they place the tip of my dick between their lips.

My hazel eyes connect with the shirtless young guy, who wears a panther tattoo that stretches across his dark hairy chest. I can tell that he wants to fuck me by the way he gently massages his phat black cock.

Below, my body trembles as the chubby announcer pulls on the red cord releasing the beads from my tight ass.

'How low can you go?'

'Plop,' is the sound made as one anal bead pops out.

'How low can you go?

'Plop,' softly echoed in the room from the chubby announcer releasing another bead.

I detest lying to my mom. Her Seventh-day Adventist faith doesn't allow her to understand that I make money for our family as an adult performer. While she may be comfortable with me as a teenage father, she could never understand what I have to do to keep our refrigerator full.

I leave the tub after finishing my erb. I call my best girl, Demeeka.

'So how's it going, Akash?' Demeeka asked.

'Fine. I think that the birthday boy and his friends are satisfied.'

'For the amount of money they paid you, I hope so. Where are you, now?' she asked.

'Relaxing in their guest bedroom. Listen, thanks for setting me up with this party.'

'Oh no problem, just be careful. I can't believe you talked me into sending you out there alone. What if something happened to you? The last thing I need is your mother and daughter staring me in the face.'

Not meaning to, I laugh at the thought.

'You worry too much. These batty boys are cool. Speaking of which, who is the young guy here?'

'Young guy? Oh you must mean Dr. Yaphet Barber. He was my Linguistics teacher and is our contact.'

'Dr-,' I said as a knock on the door interrupts me.

I quickly end the call and cover my firm honey complexioned body with a purple robe.

Yaphet stands on the opposite end of the door. Our eyes immediately connect.

'Hi,' he said.

I welcome him in and notice how like Tyrell, Yaphet's tall 6'3 height hovers over my 5'9 height.

God, I miss my sweet prince. Being this close to Yaphet, I imagine that Tyrell is here with me.

'Can I sit down?' he asked.

'Sure.'

'That was pretty wild earlier,' Yaphet said. 'You are probably wondering why I did not participate.'

Damn! My imagination is shattered. Yaphet cannot be Tyrell, because no matter how much I ached for his touch, Tyrell loved only pussy. No, he is not my secret love. He is just a date-like all the rest.

'Do you mind if I smoke?' I asked pulling a rolled whiteboy and lighter from my robe's pocket.

'Not at all,' he said absently. 'I know we started pretty fast, but my name is Yaphet Barber.'

'Nice to meet you,' I said acting as if I did not already know.

'So... what is your real name?' he asked.

'My real name?

'Yes.'

I laughed, 'Sorry, most people could give a damn about my real name. They like to call me Kash, the Mandingo with the big black dick.'

'Well I am not most people.'

You can say that again, I thought unsure of this guy's motives.

'I am Akash.'

'That's pretty. What does it mean?'

'The sky. Its Hindu.'

'Really, I thought you were from St. Lucia.'

Like an annoying fly that needs to be smacked, I had enough of this guy's bullshit.

'Look! Why are you here. Do you want to fuck? Is that it?'

Yaphet's beautiful midnight face cast a look of unbelievable sadness.

Ah, damn! I've hurt his feelings. I didn't mean to, but this pacing is ridiculous.

Truthfully, Yaphet isn't the problem. The problem is I can't stand being near him because he reminds me of Tyrell. I got to lay off the weed, smoking all this green has made me an emotional wreck.

'I'm sorry. I meant no disrespect. It's just that you look like a friend of mine who-' my voice trailed off.

'Who hurt you in some way,' Yaphet said.

I nodded my head yes, 'I'm sorry for being an ass.'

'That's ok. I did want something from you.'

'Exactly,' I said feeling a wave of nausea flow over me about my sorry life. But I know the position.

I untie my robe letting it fall to the bed, so that Yaphet may take control of my body.

'No, you are fine. I accept people for who they are-not by their title. But I got to ask, how old are you? You look very young to be a doctor.'

Yaphet laughs again. His laughter sounds like music in a key of joy. The melody relaxes me-the way no whiteboy ever could.

'I thank you for the compliment. I am 31.'

He explains that the older guys here are professional males employed as college professors.

'And you?' he asked.

'21,' I automatically said relighting my green.

'Really?'

He doesn't believe me. The sonofabitch has common sense, too.

'Yes, 21. Besides its to late for you to turn back now,' I said geekin on my own line.

Yaphet takes my green and inhales a hit between his sexy brown lips.

I slide up the bed so that my head lays at the top while Yaphet sits below-exchanging puffs until it ends.

I enjoy the taste of Yaphet's full brown lips-I feel as if I am kissing him over and over again.

Yaphet explains that he was born in Lagos, Nigeria. His parents were happy that he received his doctorate, but angry when he came out.

'Ha! I can relate. I never told my parents that I am gay,' I said.

'Parents act like this is a phase or that we wanted this to happen.'

We laugh. We are stoned out of our skulls. Still, this is a nice moment. He seems like a decent guy.

'So, no offense, but how did you get involved in this career?'

'This career?' Damn, I spoke to soon.

'I did not mean to disrespect you. Believe it or not, I am a bit nervous. You are an incredibly good looking man, no matter how old you are,' he said geekin.

'Thank you and likewise.'

We take in a comfortable silence feeling the erb run through our veins Until he decides to say-

'You know it's interesting, but I never met someone from St. Lucia who did not possess a dialect.'

'My parents are from St. Lucia. I was born in the States. I was left with my mom, while my dad traveled looking for something-anything better.'

'Interesting,' he said as if he is expecting me to say more.

'My story would take forever to tell. Why don't you take off your shirt and I will explain it to you.'

Yaphet's body is amazing. While he is thin like me, his chest is much more broad and his arms are sculpted like mighty baobab tree branches. My 9inch dick rises looking at the tattoo of the wild panther on his chest.

'Come here and lay beside me,' I said.

I could tell that his cock is growing erect from the print in his sweat pants. Nonetheless, we keep our clothes on. Tonight, I don't want to fuck. I just want to lie on Yaphet's black chest and feel his tree branch arms around me. With that, we fall into a peaceful sleep. His arm holds me-protects me- like no man has ever done before.

For some strange reason, this feels right.

-O-

Sadly, I dream only of Tyrell. He has remained on my mind since he left me with his daughter. Tyrell asked me to watch her a year ago and I haven't seen him since. As much as I love Danielle and I love being her 'dad', she needs her real father. In my heart, I know that he will be home soon. He wouldn't leave his daughter cut throat.

Still, I dream about how our lives could have been different. The last time I saw him we were both 17.

'Hey, I'm back,' he said retuning to the apartment that I share with my mother.

He is gorgeous wearing a blue baseball cap that sits sideways on his bald head, a yellow shirt that highlights his midnight complexion and skinny blue jeans that cling to his lean build.

He lays the container of baby soy milk on the kitchen counter.

'Thanks for taking care of her,' he said as I hold his baby girl Danielle in my arms.

'Not a problem, that's what brothers are for.'

Tyrell enraptures us into his muscled arms.

'You are more than a brother to me,' he whispers into my ear. 'I think its time I show you.'

Instantly-*- my mother appears to take Danielle and disappears.

Tyrell and I sit at both ends on the couch. My hazel eyes connect with his bedroom brown vision.

On his handsome dark face, I can see his contentment for me/his daughter/his life.

I lay on top of Tyrell's toned back rubbing my hard honey dick between his beautiful black ass cheeks.

We breathe as one, anticipating crossing this next boundary to seal our love.

'I'ma go slow. I don't want to hurt you,' I whispered in his ear.

'I can take it,' he responded.

He moans as I push my head into his hairy black hole.

'ah,' he moaned breathlessly.

I have to resist the urge to cum from feeling the tightness of Tyrell's dark skins. I check in with him to see how he is taking my mighty weight. In response, he wiggles around letting my brain settle in his virgin ass.

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